However, the old Marquis opposite, without giving him any time to think about it, had already smiled and opened his mouth clearly.


    "Archbishop, I heard that you are taking your priests... Rummaging around in our city of LOS for some ''vampire'', aren''t you?"


    Robel said, suddenly as if he could not bear to laugh, and his eyebrows frowned a little.


    He spread his arms more casually, winked at Marbury and continued, "since you''re tired of looking for it, and it''s late now, you might as well tell us what the vampire looks like and let us find it for you, huh?"


    "Yes, we are familiar with the east of the city. Let''s help the Archbishop''s court to find it!"


    Several count vicomtes on the side agreed with a smile.


    However, the almost irrecoverable ridicule on their faces and at the bottom of their eyes made Marbury''s teeth itch with anger.


    This group of people are not going to help him find it at all, obviously to see his jokes!


    But at this point, if he doesn''t agree, these people are afraid it''s impossible to let him pass!


    What can I do


    Marbury couldn''t help but smoke in his head.


    However, at the same time, in the afterglow of his eyes, there was a quick shadow that was almost familiar and engraved into his bones.


    He was stunned for a moment. He couldn''t help staring, raised his head like a conditioned reflex and looked at the past.


    I saw the hateful "Duke of York" standing straight on the roof of a mansion not far away.


    Leaning back against the afterglow of the sunset, he grinned wildly and raised his eyebrows at him.


    That wanton and frivolous look seemed to announce victory with him in advance!


    Marbury''s heart tightened with anger.


    And the voice in my heart couldn''t help ringing again.


    "Don''t worry about these nobles... Are they not your enemies... Are they not opponents of theocracy..."


    The voice in his heart suddenly lingered in his ear, and with strong bewitchment, he preached in Marbury''s ear, "don''t care about them... Rush directly... Catch the damn Duke of York..."


    "If we catch him, we can have the most powerful evidence. Then even Franka can''t take us, can he?"


    "... yes... Yes..."


    Marbury was dazzled by the sound, his eyes gradually lost focus, and he only responded calmly and reflexively.


    After being in a trance for a while, he seemed to come back to his senses.


    But he suddenly frowned, immediately opened his mouth coldly, and gave orders to the clergy behind him, "everybody, don''t care about these decadent and incompetent nobles!... let''s rush in directly and take down the vampires first!"


    "... ah?"


    As soon as the words came out, on the contrary, a group of priests began to hesitate and stared at each other in amazement.


    Is this... Okay?


    The old Marquis Robel and others led the city-state guards under the new ruler Lord Franka.


    Once they fight, don''t they want to become rebels in Los city?!


    At this thought, the priests were more struggling and afraid to speak.


    Almost spit blood out of their Archbishop again.


    "... what a bunch of useless guys!"


    Marbury wrinkled his nose, looked back fiercely at the pawns, turned his eyes, and took out his little cross without hesitation.